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Locien had observed Thalia for a long while in the walk to the Palace. Locien had a feeling he had to think of something quick. However, he had another feeling, a darker more sinister feeling. He felt the twinge of something, something that shall change his life. It wouldn't be courtship. He was determined to let Queen Serai win.

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Several minutes later, the group was in the throne room and Serai was wearing a different outfit, this one Black with red trimmings, and it looked more like a combat outfit. She also had a sword in her hands. "So who is going to fight me tonight Cildur?"

Cildur looked between Marek and Locien and then approached the two. Locien and Marek tightened their fists in anticipation of a fight. Cildur turned very Candy cleared his throat. "...Master Kestal is a sword maker, and knows how to use a blade incredibly well. Therefore he is a good candidate."

"None have yet bested me. So let us just see how well he holds out." Serai stated and suddenly leapt from her throne in an attacking Fashion with Locien Dodging it.

The fight was almost like a dance almost, Locien however didn't wear his fighting face as he fought. He looked annoyed at being exposed for his skills. The annoyance however was slowly beginning to throw him off his game a slight bit. Both fighters were now standing several feet away from each other and were about to strike again when there was a banging on the door. Locien's feeling of dread reappeared.

The doors opened with a crash, and slowly walking into the throne room, was a strange being, but one Thalia was familiar with, as she scarred one of it's brethren. The White Antlered Demon glowered at The Kiliran family and started to charge at them but Locien ran at the Demon and tackled it.

"This is not your fight Drow! Return to your place in our armies!" the demon shouted at its attacker and clawed at Locien's torso, and it's claws touched the amulet.

The Creature jumped back in fear as it's hand was burning with a green flame as Locien's eyes began to glow as he got up and slowly walked to the demon. "What is this?! Corellon's Tricks!? But the only Carriers of...No. That Clan was decimated! You'd have to be the Clan of the Killer of Demons! The Kestali! Die Pretender!" the Demon charged at Locien who gripped the creature by the throat.

"Return to Darkness." Locien stated in ancient elvish before switching to Common. "And tell your master who killed you." With That Locien took his sword and ran it through the demon who turned to ashes and smoke.

The amulet stopped glowing and Locien rubbed his head. "I forfeit the match. I have things to think about...." Locien then ran out of the throne room.

"Intriguing. A northeastern Drow knows how to kill a demon by instinct. You have an interesting bodyguard." Serai stated.

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Locien ran and slowly shook himself when he reached a small meadow behind the inn. He leaned on the tree and slowly let the tears begin to flow. It knew the name of the clan he came from. It wasn't too far from Ildhrenion's original naming of him. But he didn't know what it meant. He should have interrogated it.

"Hey. You. With the Amulet of Our Creator." a voice in his head stated. "You letting it all out? Happened to me too once upon a time. Wherever you go next go to the Pale Meadows. It's on the way in all directions where you go next. Try to keep what the demon said to yourself."

Locien sighed.